Autumns Past Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Autumn reminds me...
of the happy recognition in your eyes;
how they danced in anticipation
when your favorite season
began to appear.

Autumn comforts me...
when I remember your busy kitchen;
the Autumn smells of apple
and cinnamon and pumpkin spice
in your scrumptious pies.

I miss you most in Autumn...
when the days and shadows grow long.
The house feels so empty, always will;
who else could ever fill
it with a Mom's special kind of lovin',
the kind you brought from the oven.